Redsand Canyon so hip hop hurray

Then go.

Within the molossoid's skull, opposing thoughts swam trough the thick sludge of gray matter to meet each other. 

Leave.

Be your own dog, lacking master or senior.

Stay.

Sleep safe, eat well.


Her brows furrowed in thought. What logic she could muster told her winter would be the death of her. Mereo offered protection, consistency, security.

In exchange for subordination. 

She looked up at the Boss Imperator and wondered what would it take to someday overthrow him.

Remaining alive, chiefly.

Her tail dropped. At a safe distance away from him, she stood straighter. Her posture was neutral.